Do You Possess the Heart of a King or a Slave?

01 Jan Do You Possess the Heart of a King or a Slave?

Pride is the manifestation of a slave that is

perpetually trying to prove that he has value.

Humility is the manifestation of a king that already

knows he has value and has nothing to prove.

When a slave walks into a room he carries all of his lack. Lack of worth, lack of achievements, lack of acknowledgement. He is steeped in lack. He looks at everyone else and sees their unattainable abundances. Whether it’s their abundance of relationships, abundance of admiration, abundance of opportunities, or abundance of wealth, it is all perceived through the slave’s vision of self-lack.

Comparison is one of a slave’s best friends. It’s the measuring stick to gain self-value. The slave uses comparison to tear other’s down so that he can be great. Unfortunately, comparison is a double edged sword, building the slave up in one moment, yet piercing him in the next as he discovers that those around him have more skills, talent, influence, acceptance, and love. The slave scorns these people in his heart and distances himself from them because of the pain of his self-judgments.

The crafty slave, however, runs to those he’s judged more worthy than himself, and like a parasite, leaches on to these people in hopes of finding value through proximity. This, in itself, is a torturous trap, bound to reinforce the greatest fear a slave has… fear of rejection. The host can never give the slave what it wants, their identity. In time, the host becomes exhausted from all the leaching, it rejects the slave, leaving the slave to remember his truth, that he has no value.

A slave will spend the entirety of his lifetime striving to prove that his life is worth something. The slave is not stuck living an impoverished lifestyle. Quite the contrary, many slaves are garmented in the finest of clothing, dining on the most fancy of foods, living the highest of life styles. They themselves are slave owners. These slave owners can be spotted easily if you watch carefully. They make very little room for those around them to have a voice, because the attention that another’s voice receives will only steal from the slave’s personal value.

The slave owner withholds celebration from the accomplishments of those near them. They dash to pieces the ideas of others, then claim the ideas as their own when their competition has been silenced. They motivate those around them through punishment. They starve their family, friends, and employees of acceptance and affirmation.They treat them as though their opinions carry no intrinsic value.Then, when the slave owner’s slaves are on the brink of death, they toss them crumbs. Like diseased rodents, the slaves battle viciously for the molded morsels of food.

The slave owner rules through his closest friend that he acquired in childhood… fear. Like every slave, the slave owner knows fear very well. However, the slave owner has mastered his ability to manipulate fear to his advantage, using not only his fear, but the fear of those he rules over as a means to manage his surroundings. In the end, the sons and daughters that a slave owner rules over are poisoned by his fear, and like a cancer, spread the fear to those that come after them. He is remembered only as a tyrant and when he is gone his name is never uttered again, as his sons and daughters won’t allow anyone else to be celebrated but themselves.

When a king walks into a room, he carries with him abundance and has nothing to prove, he knows he is admired and adored. He knows that he is celebrated. His value innately comes from his birthright. He is deserving of praise because he is from royal blood. A true king does not assess the room, toiling in his mind over who is the most powerful, successful, and favored, for he lacks nothing. He sits down and enjoys the company of those before him. He’s recognizes the kings from the other lands. They come bearing gifts to honor him. In return, he turns the eyes of his guests towards these kings and he publicly celebrates them.

A king’s best friends are self-acceptance and self-love. As the foundation of the king’s value, self-acceptance and self-love are independent sources of life and power that sustain the king in his greatest trials. He is not swayed by the turbulence of popular opinions and the judgment of others. He can remain vulnerable to those that he loves without growing callous through the test of time. He easily grows close to those mightier than him, for they are seen as allies to join rather than adversaries to defeat.

A king does not shy away from praise and celebration for who he is and what he has accomplished. In fact he is quite the master at accepting and absorbing them. Yet the wisdom within tells him not to build the foundation of his value upon them. Because his foundation is built upon self-acceptance and self-love, he is a source of life to those around him, building them up and calling out their greatness. The people around him happily dedicate a piece of their heart to serving him, as they know he is the greatest servant of all.

Since a king has nothing to prove, the entirety of his life is dedicated to making the world a better place. Because he doesn’t have anything to prove he promotes the dreams and ideas of those around him, for he does not fear them. He builds well-oiled teams where shining stars are given the lift-off they need in order to shine. He sees their success as a part of the greater good of the world. He does not fear these shining stars taking his light, because the light that makes him shine comes from within. But rather, the greater they shine, the more magnificent the legacy is that a king may leave behind. Statues will crumble, and monuments will fall, but the heart of a father lives on in his sons and daughters.

Since a king rules through love, those around him feel safe to try, because kindness and patience wait to catch them when they fail. This is how the stars he has raised began to shine. The dreams and ideas were not suffocated by the quicksand of fear. The children of courage and bravery are born out of this love and they are what propels the king’s sons and daughters into their destinies. When a king has passed, and turned to nothing but dust in the wind, his name is echoed through the sands of time. In his humility he is filled with joy because his name, which has traveled throughout the land, is synonymous with hope, life, and love.